After nightfall, the thunderstorm gradually subsided. As the courtship activities of thunderbirds ended, the thunderclouds in the sky quickly dispersed, and the bright night sky was revealed again, and the blue moonlight softly sprinkled on the rain-watered earth.
, and in Chromie Outpost, the moonlight seemed to be a little thicker, and the light of the Miracle Moon continued to gather around a certain house.
Heras looked at the house opposite through the glass window, and the gathering moonlight even affected his own room. He knew that Glarenya was praying before going to bed inside, so he decided to seize the opportunity. In the land of strife, he urgently needed strength.
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In order to prevent others from discovering his secret, Herath needs to use the prayer of Glarenya to cover himself.
He took the time to kneel down, used his own will to simulate the godhead of the Bloody King, and then relied on his quantum brain to reprogram a second personality to pray.
The surrounding moonlight gradually gathered more, and the soft moonlight shone on Heras, making him feel very comfortable. It seemed that the moon god really regarded the virtual second personality as a devout and potential new believer.
.....
But because he kept chanting those prayers that stimulated the blood king's divinity, this comfortable feeling soon ceased to exist.
The ears were ringing violently with endless roars, and the Bloody King's divinity was once again stimulated to boiling point.
Fortunately, the quantum brain has blocked the pain nerves, otherwise this soul-rending pain would soon drive him insane...
The divine blood cells began to divide crazily again, integrating more genes carrying the divine memory into his original main genes, causing a sharp increase in the number of cells implanted with the divine memory.
Blood drops were secreted from every pore on Heras's body, and his skin was covered with subtle but profound blood stains. Those connected blood vessels were constantly squirming in the blood stains, and a large amount of red mist was sprayed out from them, and he was quickly wiped out.
His white robe was soaked in sticky blood.
"Only with the cooperation of the quantum brain and the resurrected body, can I dare to play like this..." Heras couldn't help but cursed after feeling the condition of his body.
Glalenya was a little surprised to feel the changes in the surrounding moonlight. The accumulated moonlight seemed to be much more than when she usually prayed?
"There are no other Moon Priests nearby. Is this because the King of Eternal Night wants to give me more favors?" Glalenya thought happily. The gratitude in her heart at this moment even made her shed tears involuntarily.
The pastor immediately decided that she would not sleep tonight and would spend the whole night praising her Supreme Lord.
The silent night passed like this, but the moonlight condensed around the iron ball houses with steam pipes never dispersed. Even when the dim light of dawn appeared on the horizon, the moonlight around the houses was still rippling.
It wasn't until the early morning light shone down that Glalenya opened her eyes, and the hazy blue moonlight gradually dispersed. She wiped the tears on her face, felt a little puzzled and felt her magical power, and found that
There is not much difference after the usual selfless prayer...
"Last night was an illusion?" Glalenya came up with a ridiculous idea, and then she shook her head. The female priest had absolute trust in the Supreme Lord she served devoutly. She felt that the unusually concentrated moonlight
It should contain some kind of metaphor for the King of Eternal Night, but she can't understand it yet...
After silently chanting a concluding prayer in her heart, Glenelenya stood up. Although she had been up all night after running around for several days, she still seemed energetic after praying devoutly.
God's loved ones can rely on prayer to resist sleepiness and hunger, and this resistance is not low... Some ascetic priests even fast and pray for a long time. So for priests, the material conditions are not good.
No, as long as you can get the correct knowledge of faith and magical guidance, you can gain strength no matter how poor you are.
From this aspect, divine power is the most equal way to obtain power. No matter how high a person's status or wealth is, they are all the same in the eyes of the gods. The gods do not pay attention to these at all when choosing the favored ones.
The divine favor accumulated over generations by a divine family can attract more attention from the gods, but whether to choose or not still depends on the will of the gods.
This has also caused the conservative and indifferent mentality of most of the gods, because they do not need to spend countless money to obtain power like spell casters, nor are they as ethical and unrestricted as bloodline people. Of course, this is only for those gods with positive energy or
Speaking from those favored by the neutral gods.
As for those favored by negative energy gods, the reason why they act perversely is not because they want to gain any benefits, but simply because they like to do so. They are more debauched than the blood family, and more luxurious than the magic family. These people are orthodox
The mortal enemy of priests.
Glalenya is a very orthodox priest. If she were to know about Herath's deception of the King of Eternal Night, there is no doubt that she would fight this blasphemer to the death...
Therefore, after the female priest stopped praying, Heras immediately deleted the virtual second personality to avoid being discovered by her. At this time, Heras's clothes were like being fished out of a pool of blood, with blood flowing down the corners of his clothes.
It was dripping onto the floor, and the place where he was kneeling was already covered in blood stains.
But soon all the blood that flowed out turned into blood mist and penetrated into his body. The blood on his clothes was completely absorbed and turned into a clean white robe again. All the wounds on his body healed quickly, and there were no scars at all.
Nothing left.
Although he was used to the powerful ability of the 'Resurrection Body', Heras still felt a little shocked after touching the white robe without a trace of blood on his body. He suddenly had a nasty idea: "If a woman
After activating the resurrection body, wouldn't it mean that there is no menstrual cycle? And it's always the first night..."
Then he shuddered at this thought. Fortunately, he was not a woman, otherwise the men of the Salamus family would definitely be even crazier now...
Heras shook his head to block out these thoughts, then took out a bottle of potion that enhanced vitality recovery and took a sip.
At this time, there was a rapid knock on the door. He quickly put away the potion, then stood up and checked the surroundings to confirm that there were no signs of any abnormality before opening the door.
"Sir! The dwarf is awake!" As soon as he opened the door, Marin's shrill voice came in.
"I'll go over and have a look." Herath heard this and quickly passed the goblins, but before he had gone far, Marin asked from behind: "Sir, I just saw a lot of moonlight gathering here, so I didn't dare to come over.
What's going on?"
"It's Glarenya who is praying." Heras said half-truthfully, and then added: "Go and inform her, she is right across the way."
Immediately afterwards, Heras hurried to the house where Marin stayed. The steam spider tank was still parked at the door of the goblin. He frowned as soon as he entered the house. Why was there a burning smell?
....
He soon discovered the source of the burning smell. The source of the fire was a combustible pressure cooker in the corner, which contained some burned to carbonized food. The flames burned the steam pipes on the wall red, and had spread to the end of the bed.
They were about to lick the dwarf's toes. The dwarf had opened his eyes slightly, but his throat was trembling weakly and he couldn't even speak.
"This damn goblin..." Heras cursed, and quickly carried the wounded to a safe area. Then with a wave of his hand, a thick water column extinguished the flames, and then the high-temperature water mist in the steam pipe erupted.
It was leaked out with a "sizzling" sound.
He checked the dwarf and found that there was no obvious injury. He breathed a sigh of relief. The dwarf's dull eyes were fixed on him, too weak to even open his mouth.
Herath looked at the situation in front of him with some embarrassment. The dwarf's injuries had almost recovered, and the healing potion was of no use. Moreover, the dwarf could not be a bloodline person, and potions that enhanced the recovery of vitality would definitely be ineffective.
He was just too weak from hunger... Heras tried to take out a piece of high-quality bread, but found that the dwarf didn't have the strength to chew it at all.
"Try this." Glalenya's voice came from the door. As she spoke, she took out a nut with a brown luster, crushed the shell hard, and took out some milky-yellow seeds from the shell.
, "This thing has high energy and is used by the elves to replenish their physical strength when fighting."
"No need to chew." Priest Moon said, looking at the dwarf's drooping eyelids, and then poured the seeds into his mouth.
The goblin arrived at this time. He stared blankly at the signs of fire in the room for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Hug...I'm sorry...I..." Seeing that no one paid him any attention,
Marin simply shut up.
The seeds quickly melted in the dwarf's mouth and flowed down his esophagus to his stomach. After waiting for a while, he slowly regained some strength.
The dwarf opened his mouth with difficulty and moved his mouth several times, but still no sound came out.
But as long as his mouth can move, Heras began to feed him high-quality bread and magic purified water. Soon the dwarf coughed a few times and said in a hoarse voice like a mosquito: "No. 9... Metro line 9...
...trapped..."
"Do you know where the residents of Northeridan City have evacuated?" Herath said solemnly.
The dwarf nodded with difficulty, and after regaining some strength, he continued to say in a hoarse voice: "Ma...please...send me there...the situation is...very urgent..."